things to clip it all together with

The children were playing a myriad ball games on the wet bitumen. Their admonishments and directions and exclamations were a kind of music: rhythmical, disjointed, sequenced, logical, patterned and always, an endless disintegration of sound into the wet air.

Am really tired, I slept on high alert last night, knowing that my car was unlocked but too apathetic to get out of bed and lock the damn thing - ridiculous scenario. Eventually woke from a dream where I rode an unwieldy bike along an arcade and into a crowded book shop and became stuck in the aisles. It was light hearted and comic though which was appreciated after a spate of dreams in which infant humans and animals were injured and I was implicated.